He chose my stepsister. I chose his rival
“Fine, I’ll do it. But know this. You better sleep with one eye open, because I won’t forget this. I won’t forgive you for what you’re making me do.”
Emily’s laughter rang through the room.
“Oh, you’re always so entertaining,” she taunted, a cruel glint in her eyes. “But in your case, you better not sleep at all, dear. Or you might just end up in a coffin. R.I.P.”
With a final, disdainful flick of her cigarette on Susan, Emily placed her back in her purse, and with a smirk playing on her lips, she turned and walked out of the apartment, leaving Susan in a haze of fear and anger.